As you may know, we are in the middle of a move right now. We still have possession of our old house until the end of this month. Because all of our things are now at our new home two and a half hours away, and I still need to be here, we are staying with my parents. We make several trip a week to the new house, and the kids accompany me on most of these trips.
This can make a four-year-old's life a bit confusing.
We were at the mall the other night, and decided to have dinner at "the buffet" (Gabriella's favorite place). As we were wrapping up dinner, I let her know that we were almost ready to go home.
"What home?", she says.
(on a related note, she also exclaimed to me recently "I need something to play with that isn't packed!" We may have to buy her a pony for this one - I'm not sure. Perhaps I should seek professional help.)